Chapter 62

Meanwhile, Mother was saying, “His young man arrived with him.”

“Matheson?” Mark seemed surprised, and he opened his mouth to say something.

“Yes. It was after working hours. I’m sure even the WBIS permits its people to leave work at a decent time.”

Mark shut his mouth.

“Wills was so sweet.”

“None of my agents are sweet!” Mark looked disgruntled.

Mother gave a light cough. “Of course not, Mark. I should have said helpful.”

“Right.” His nod was satisfied, and I had to bite my lip and turn away to conceal my amusement. “What?” He scowled at me.

“Nothing, Mark.”

“All right, then.” He ran his fingertips over the leather cover of the book.